Kou Hao would never be so stupid to deliberately reveal his secrets, he had already thought twice before doing things, and he was never rash.

From the storage space of the martial arts world crossing token, Kou Hao took out the guqin, because he felt that he could use it and should be like this, so he did it calmly.

At this time, his teammates couldn't see his situation clearly, and even if he put something in front of him, he still felt that there were many phantoms and were quite illusory.

That's because the green-shirted guest in the dense fog in front of him played an inexplicable musical instrument, and the sound he made contained a rhythm that affected the minds of others. Not to mention the specific damage of this song, but it can greatly weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness.

As the old saying goes, attacking the heart is the top, and attacking the city is the bottom. Once the minds of the warriors are affected, they can't play their original skills, and they are killed by some enemies who are not very powerful, it is reasonable.

The green-shirted guest approached step by step, but Xun's voice was very ethereal, as if it was constantly flickering around, sometimes far and sometimes near. Even Kou Hao looked at the green-shirted guest, and felt that his position was constantly changing, as if it contained a specific law.

Kou Hao knew that this was because he was led by the sound of the green shirt's Xun, and now he had to play an ethereal and righteous tune on the guqin as soon as possible. If you don't want to suppress the green shirts all at once, the key is to find your own rhythm.

As Kou Hao's hands plucked on the strings, the sound of the piano sounded like mountains and flowing water. To use music to influence the mood of martial arts masters, not only does it take a lot of internal force, but also requires one's own mood to be quite stable and not moved by external objects.

Listening to the sound of the piano, I can't forget it, the red dust trapped me in my youth? The ethereal and subtle rhythm also contains the arrogance of Zheng Zheng, and I am not willing to be ordinary.

At this moment, Kou Hao's heart was thoughtless, completely immersed in the interpretation of the piano music. In fact, the music he studied the deepest level is, of course, the song of the rivers and lakes.

The variations contained in this song are quite subtle and complex, first like the scenery of early spring, then a hundred flowers in full bloom, a splendid mountain and river, and even heavy rain and lightning and thunder between heaven and earth. After a period of drastic changes in the world, all that remains is the withering of flowers and the song of birds.

Since ancient times, a good rhythm like a good poem should be sad but not sad.

In general, the song of Xiaoao Jianghu has its own unique style, which is absolutely extraordinary. What's more, Kou Hao used his strong internal strength and rich experience over the years to interpret this song very well. Especially in the complex and changeable position, it is more delicate.

In this process, the voice of the Tsing Yi Ke was very loud, and with a very strange tone, it continued to affect the mood and will of the people present.

Kou Hao had found his rhythm, and he turned a deaf ear to other voices from the outside. What he thought in his heart was only the many mysterious changes of the song of Xiaoao Jianghu, and when he thought about it carefully, he plucked the strings very accurately in his hand, without any deviation, and reached the state of being in his heart and hands, as if he was helped.

The mastery of the Qingyi guest playing Xun, listening to the senior brother Li Zhou, is the Demon Sect inherited from the five cities of Xuanyuan two thousand miles away. Even if it only learns a few furs, it is already very powerful.

Two completely different styles of music are constantly in close contact in the void, just like a real duel, if there is a negligence on both sides, it will be very traumatic. This is no longer a large-scale diffusion attack consciousness, but a convergence of most of the rhythms, just like a spear, piercing fiercely.

On the surface, it looks so calm, like a song during the festival, but its essence is full of danger, and any negligence will be fatal.

In fact, Kou Hao rarely fights in this way, and he is quite unskilled, but in order to save his teammates, Kou Hao went all out, hoping to buy some time for his teammates and share some pressure.

Kou Hao is not a person who is eager for quick success, and he did not think about suppressing the enemy's Qingyi in an instant, but fought steadily, hoping to use the sound of the guqin to cancel out most of the sound of his playing.

Because Kou Hao understands that as long as he helps his teammates resist this heavy pressure that affects their minds, then they can destroy the weird black-clothed men and zombies in front of them in an orderly manner according to the previous way of fighting.

Sure enough, as Kou Hao expected, now Xie Lingfeng, Senior Brother Li Zhou and the others are much more sober, and they don't have to be in their heyday, it is more than enough to deal with zombies and weird black-clothed people.

The fight was so tragic, and the cold wind around it was sweeping, and some quite swift figures flashed over, which was also quite extraordinary.

"Brother Tsing Yi, I didn't expect you to meet your nemesis with your stunts, and you can't take down these foreign masters. Let's let the three of us help. A somewhat crooked woman's voice laughed.

Even if the green shirt guest was very depressed and unconvinced, he didn't admit that he was suppressed by Kou Hao, but he couldn't say a word now. Otherwise, once his breath is disordered, the tune formed by Xun Sheng will no longer be coherent and lose his own rhythm.

A person who has profound attainments in the way of music and rhythm understands quite well that it is very important to have his own rhythm and not fall into a blind passive state.

In an instant, the three helpers had arrived, all shrouded in a wide robe with hats, so that the others could not see their faces clearly.

Only one of them was a woman, and it was probably the woman who had just spoken. The three of them estimated that they had already discussed it, and immediately besieged Kou Hao together.

At this time, Xie Lingfeng, who was dealing with zombies on the left side, saw this scene, he would never allow Kou Hao, a proud disciple, to be plotted, he hurried over, but it was actually a step too late.

Seeing that Kou Hao, who was playing the guqin wholeheartedly, was about to be plotted by three sharp blades, Kou Hao immediately performed Ling Bo Weibu, whose footwork was quite mysterious, and it was difficult to see its trajectory.

"Damn, damn boy, why is there still such a good person in the younger generation of martial arts today?" one of the middle-aged men scolded in a deep voice.

"They came from a famous faction, and they hurried to kill them, and they got a lot of loot. Hugh wanted the other fellow men to come and share the benefits. The other old man's voice was lacking in breath, a little erratic and cold.

They planned to keep chasing after them, leaving Kou Hao busy dealing with their attacks, so they neglected to play the guqin, and once they disrupted Kou Hao's rhythm, then the situation would be controlled by them. The number of strong and weak winners and losers is easy to distinguish.

Because before they made a move, they had already analyzed and understood that if Kou Hao's side hadn't been for his painstaking efforts to play the guqin, then these people from the Heavenly Sword Sect would have been weakened by a large part of their combat effectiveness.

Unexpectedly, when Kou Hao was constantly using Ling Bo's micro-step dodge attacks, he was still able to concentrate on playing the guqin without any impact.

Such a method shocked the three people of the corpse chaser faction, as well as the green shirts, they really had never seen such a situation.

In fact, Kou Hao's proficiency in Ling Bo micro-stepping has reached a very clever level, and he doesn't have to think much in his mind, he just needs to do whatever he wants, and the direction of his steps is in line with the very mysterious I Ching gossip.

This is equivalent to ordinary people eating and drinking, even if they do it without any intention while chatting, there is no hindrance.

The three people from the corpse chasing faction were also planning to launch a further offensive, and Xie Lingfeng had already leaped over to block the way.

Xie Lingfeng raised the pale blue crystal long sword in his hand, and said in a very majestic voice: "You are waiting for people in the Demon Dao, do you still want to kill my proud disciple? It's really a dream, see if you can take a few swords from me!"

Before the words fell, the blue crystal long sword in Xie Lingfeng's hand raised several zhang long sword rays, which were still very solid, just like a real sharp sword.

"It seems that you are their leader, and your swordsmanship is very high, but the masters of our corpse chasing faction are not easy to mess with, and you should be hated for this today!" the woman sneered.

The weapons used by the three of them are: a white bone halberd, a hooked sickle long knife, and a quenching awl.

These three weapons all contain a strong aura of anger, and if they are hit, the anger will enter the bloodline, which will cause great damage.

For a long time, there have been many decent masters who have died under the combined attack of the three of them.

Therefore, they naturally believe that this time will not be an exception, this arrogant and decent master will become a pitiful corpse, and then they will use the secret technique of chasing corpses to refine it into a powerful zombie, and then fight for the tiger.

For decent masters, it is not terrible to be killed directly, but if they are refined into zombies and harm people again, they are quite afraid of such encounters.

In order to shock Xie Lingfeng's mind, the woman was about to say these words, hoping to take some advantage.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she spoke, Xie Lingfeng's sword qi suddenly expanded a little more, seven zhang long, and the volley slashed down, and the brilliant dark blue sword light was so gorgeous in the night sky.

It seems to make this dark and silent town glow with new brilliance.

The woman hurriedly lifted the hook and sickle and waved a brilliant sword light, which was very solemnly resisted. She was confident that as long as she resisted the brunt of the attack, she would be able to gradually gain an advantage.

The other two masters of the corpse chasing sect also had this idea from her, so instead of going over to help resist this majestic sword qi, they attacked from both sides separately, intending to catch Xie Lingfeng off guard.

However, in the next moment, a terrible scream rang out, and the hook and sickle knife was broken in two and thrown out, and the woman turned into a cloud of blood.

"How is it possible? The power of this sword qi can't be so great. The middle-aged man said in shock.

"We can't escape any of them, we have to ********. Xie Lingfeng raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the blue sword was like a dragon's groan, and he spun out two more sword rays, and there were no other changes, but the sword rays blocked the retreat of the two corpse chasing sect masters. (To be continued.) )